Top-tier celebrity's nightly pampering, the abstinent doctor loses control and spoils her.

More than an hour later, Lu Er lay on the sofa.

She resembled a satiated Persian cat, exuding a lazy charm.

Song Jingmo took the tissue box and slowly wiped the stains on the floor.

Lu Er watched quietly; under the lamplight, Song Jingmo's features were exceptionally handsome.

It's often said that a man who is serious is the most handsome, and that's absolutely true.

Such an outstanding man is now diligently doing trivial things, yet it doesn't feel out of place at all.

After tidying up, Song Jingmo took out a few more tissues and sat down next to Lu Er, carefully wiping his fingers.

Lu Er stared intently.

Song Jingmo's fingers are beautiful, fair and slender, with distinct knuckles.

It resembles fine mutton fat jade, exuding a strong sense of power, especially the thin calluses on the fingertips.

She could always make him submit quickly.

As she watched, Lu Er swallowed hard.

Song Jingmo tossed the tissue into the trash can and asked casually, "Not enough?"

The flush that had just faded from Lu Er's face surged back up, and the tips of her ears turned so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

"Who says there's not enough? Don't talk nonsense..."

As she spoke, she looked at Song Jingmo, her words carrying a pointed meaning, "I think it's clearly you who feels it's not enough, so you just try to shift the blame."

Song Jingmo gave the person on the sofa a good-natured kiss and readily agreed, "Yes, I was greedy. So, my beloved little darling, would you like to take a bath together?"

Lu Er's legs felt weak, and she threw a cushion at him irritably, saying stubbornly, "I don't want to walk into a trap. You go wash first."

After Song Jingmo went to the bathroom, Lu Er twisted around on the sofa and it took her a long time to recover.

When my foot landed on the floor, my body involuntarily tilted, but luckily I caught the sofa in time to avoid falling.

All I can say is that Song Jingmo is incredibly skilled.

His body is so unreliable.

Lu Er muttered a few complaints to herself, then walked around the room a few more times.

After Song Jingmo came out, Lu Er prepared to go to the bathroom to wash up.

On the bed, Song Jingmo glanced at the person pretending to be strong with amusement: "Er'er, how about I help you wash?"

Lu Er glared fiercely: "Don't look down on me. I don't need your help. Who knows what you're up to?"

"Okay, then be careful."

Song Jingmo picked up a book, intending to pass the time.

A dozen minutes later, Lu Er came out of the bathroom. She naturally leaned over and rested her head on Song Jingmo's chest.

"Is the book good?"

Song Jingmo put down the book in her hand, looking quite innocent: "I said I'd wash with you, but you wouldn't let me..."

Lu Er blushed: "I don't want to lie on the cold, hard bathtub and hurt my back."

Although the hotel has central air conditioning, the bathtub walls were really cold.

It's really comfortable to lie on in the summer, but I'd rather not in the winter.

He didn't want to suffer that pain.

Song Jingmo put down his book and gently coaxed, "I'm sorry, sometimes it's my fault. If you don't like it in the future, I won't force you anymore..."

"You always say that, but you never change your mind. You just think I'm easy to bully."

Even though he had just told him not to eat so many, Song Jingmo still forced him to eat four despite his pleas.

"Er'er, it's hard for a normal man to stay rational in front of someone he likes. I've already been very restrained."

Lu Er's ears turned red, and she asked curiously, "Dr. Song, what would it be like if you didn't restrain yourself?"

"Kangren Hospital's proctology department generates revenue; would you like to give it a try?"

"you······"

Lu Er pulled the blanket over herself, a little embarrassed, "Is it really as exaggerated as you say?"

"To be honest, this is not an exaggeration."

As Song Jingmo spoke, he lowered his head and kissed the other person's lips, "I didn't see you when you were doing your internship in the proctology department..."

"Back then, I was very superstitious about having two men around..."

Lu Er's voice lowered a little, "Those things... I always avoid talking about them whenever anyone in the department mentions them."

Realizing that something was wrong with Song Jingmo's expression, Lu Er clung to him in an ingratiating manner.

His hands began to wander, slowly sliding down Song Jingmo's chest, his fingertips gently tracing patterns through the fabric of her shirt.

"Kyoto Ink..."

Song Jingmo grabbed Lu Er's hand, his voice low and husky: "Er'er, stop fooling around, your flight is tomorrow morning."

"It's only ten o'clock now, and I didn't finish at the very end."

Lu Er retorted, her fingers breaking free from Song Jingmo's grip and continuing downwards, "It's still early, we can play a little longer."

As she spoke, she flipped over and sat on Song Jingmo.

Looking down at the person in the dim light, Lu Er's eyes shone like stars: "Dr. Song, I missed you, I missed you so much."

Song Jingmo's eyes darkened, and he placed his hand on Lu Er's waist: "What do you think?"

"Think of it this way."

Lu Er lowered her head and kissed someone.

The kiss was deep and passionate. When they parted, they were both panting.

Song Jingmo's hand slipped inside her clothes and stroked her smooth back; the warmth of his fingertips made Lu Er tremble slightly.

But Lu Er didn't dodge; instead, she pressed even closer, her lips against his ear, her voice soft and sticky: "Jing Mo, that wasn't enough, I want more..."

"What else do you want?"

Song Jingmo asked the question knowingly, but his hand was already moving downwards.

Lu Er's face flushed red, but she still forced herself to say, "You...you know."

Song Jingmo laughed and flipped over, pinning the person beneath him.

Looking down at Lu Er, his fingers gently caressed her lips, his eyes as deep as the sea: "You have to catch a flight tomorrow, don't overwork yourself."

Lu Er wanted to say she wasn't tired, but before she could say it, she was kissed.

This kiss was more passionate than any before, carrying an irresistible force and an extreme possessiveness.

Clothes fell to the ground one by one, the sheets were crumpled, and only rapid breathing and suppressed panting remained in the room.

Song Jingmo is very gentle, but his gentleness carries an undeniable sense of control.

He knew every sensitive spot on Lu Er's body.

They know how to make people tremble, how to make people cry, and how to make people shout out their own names in a frenzy.

"Jingmo...Song Dynasty Jingmo..."

Lu Er's voice was fragmented, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly, then loosening, and instead grabbing Song Jingmo's arm, leaving faint finger marks.

"I am here."

Song Jingmo responded by kissing away the tears from the corner of the other's eyes, "I'm here."

Three hours later, Lu Er lay panting on Song Jingmo's chest, her sweaty hair plastered to her forehead.

Song Jingmo gently stroked the person's back until their breathing calmed down before asking, "Are you alright?"

Lu Er nodded, her voice hoarse: "What time is it?"

Song Jingmo glanced at the luminous clock: "It's past midnight."

"What time is your meeting tomorrow morning?"

Lu Er asked, her eyelids already starting to droop.

Nine o'clock.

Song Jingmo replied, then lowered his head and kissed the top of his head, "I've changed your flight to this afternoon, so you can sleep a little longer."

"and you······"

Lu Er struggled to open her eyes. "Should we continue? I can still..."

Song Jingmo chuckled and pulled the person closer to him: "Go to sleep, there's plenty of time in the future."

Lu Er was indeed exhausted. Hearing this, she closed her eyes in relief and quickly fell asleep.

Listening to his steady breathing, Song Jingmo chuckled softly in the darkness and pulled him closer.